Post by amras on Apr 4, 2012 0:37:22 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Amras Míriel
Race: Elf
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Fereldan
Residence: Nomadic, as of this time however, he is in Fereldan.
Affiliation: Dalish
Occupation: Former First to a Keeper. Now without official occupation.
Religion: Amras is for the most part agnostic, though he tends to lean towards Dalish practices as a moral compass.
COMBAT
Class: Mage
Character Stats:
(You begin with six points, which you can divide within the group below as you want. For each level you get, you gain one point. This is what makes your character special, and each attribute has its advantages.)
Strength: 0
Dexterity:1
Willpower:1
Magic: 3
Cunning:1
Gear: Amras owns a magic staff which he made himself with the aid of the elven craftsman of his clan. It is perhaps one of the only magic staffs made from ironbark that matches the quality of a Circle mage's normal staff. The demonic head on the top was designed to be intimidating to those who would hunt him down, such as templars and elf and mage hating civilians. In the case he needs to use it in close range combat, he can use it similar to a bo staff due to how strong and light the bark is, but since Amras is pretty weak in terms of physical structure, this is not currently used in combat.
He wears a shoulder pauldron on the side where he generally carries his staff and is made of steel infused with lyrium. He has a pair of gauntlets of the same make.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Amras is about five feet and 6 inches. He weighs about one-hundred twenty-six pounds and has brown eyes. He is tall by elf standards and lean in frame and musculature. He has black hair with long bangs that is swept to the sides of his face so he can still see clearly. His expression is often seen as a quiet and stoic man or one with a cold, brooding demeanor.
Personality: (This section is optional, as some characters develop a personality as you play them. If you want to, you may describe how your character acts and interacts here).
HISTORY
Amras was born to a single mother in the Fereldan alienage and was taken by the templars to join the Circle of Magi at the age of six years old. Until the age of seventeen he was trained by the mages and was passed his harrowing on his sixteenth birthday, a rare feat by most standards. When he was seventeen, he found the perfect opportunity to switch his phylactery when it was being moved out to another Circle in order to keep him in line. He switched his phylactery with a sample of dragonling's blood that he got from the storage room.
After he knocked out some templars with a potion and took their boat ashore he ran until finding a Dalish tribe and being taken in as an apprentice to their Keeper. However due to philosophical differences, Amras felt it best to forfeit his position as the Keeper's second and go off on his own to discover what was important to him. He hopes that after he finds himself he can go back and find his true purpose within the Dalish and use his talents as best he can for his community.
Amras has of this point stayed out of the battle between mage and templar and concerned mostly with finding ways to improve the lives of elves. However, due to the growing violence, he may need to stand with his fellow mages so he will not be taken back to the Circle again and live free. He is considering convincing the Dalish to take sides with the Mages considering both to be horribly oppressed by discrimination and violence. While he is not overzealous he is still supportive and will give a helping hand to those who need it provided that they are either defenseless, severely under-powered, or will pay for food and lodging. Amras is currently staying mostly on the outskirts of villages and in forests, only coming to town when supplies are low.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: I usually have something different for each site I am a part of. I'll just go with Amras here. It is easier to remember me that way and to recognize who I play as.
Contact: Just Pm me here. I would like to keep my email private mainly so I do not have too much mail clogging me up. I use it to check out school messages so I don't want to lose track of those.
Roleplay Experience: About three years.
Language(s): English
How did you find us?: First looked at Blood and Lyrium, since it's going kaput I went here because it is actually active and I presume it is just as good.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample: This from a teen titans related rp that I am a member of. I blended the continuity of both comic and show in order for Slade to have an alter ego to throw off the Titans in regards to his real plans. And here it is:
It was a warm summer night when Deathstroke had broken into Jump City’s maximum security prison. Hacking the security computer defenses was easy. Now Deathstroke had to take out the guards. It would be no problem, he was Slade after all. He was a genius, a god in the warzone he could make any battlefield his own. He pressed a button on his remote and placed it in his utility belt. His robots dressed as ninjas and mercenaries stormed the place at all sides. They placed bombs on the walls and detonated them. The collapsing wall didn’t block or take out anything important, Slade knew the layout of the prison before acting. He had destroyed the wall that contained the yard and the falling debris actually broke open some corridors letting some prisoners escape.
Hundreds of staff had already been taken out from the explosions alone. The bots added insult to injury. No one was to be spared other than the criminals; the impact had to be at its most devastating point to incite the maximum interest of the Titans. As his troops tore through them with blades and bullets, Deathstroke calmly walked through the main gate and pulled out his sword. It felt good handling a blade again. He hadn’t used the old girl in years and she was hungry for meat.
The main guards were like tissue paper, in how they tore but bursted from the inside like they were full of jelly. He saved and fought alongside a few convicts who were fighting the guards all the while telling them who he was. “I am Deathstroke the Terminator! Remember the name. Breathe it in and choke on it!” he said as a news helicopter had arrived on the scene to catch the action. He pulled the grenade launcher off his back and fired. The news crew stood no chance. The whole event was being shot live.
Just as Slade was thinking how great it was taking an active part in his missions he was slammed into the wall by a sentry bot. It was something the city had paid Lexcorp to create to defend their local prisons due to the high criminal activity the town was a part of. It was a close call to be honest, the drone’s arm grabbed him a little lower, and his ribs would have been crushed. As he struggled, he managed to pry open a pouch on his belt and planted a small flashing light on the torso of the machine. When the detonator exploded, the grasp on the arm loosened and Slade broke free. More of them kept coming, more than he had estimated.
Something truly remarkable happened then. Not only were his robots managing to take out the sentries but some of the convicts had actually stayed to fight alongside Deathstroke. Once Slade had managed to make a big enough impact he had planned to leave. But now that people were sticking close to their liberator Slade went even further on the offensive. By the time midnight had arrived Deathstroke and the criminals were long gone. He alone had inspired thousands and had leveled one of the highest security prisons in the world. All this happened in less than thirty minutes. Deathsroke thought to himself, “Your turn Robin. Let’s just see what your little team can do against Deathstroke and Slade.” He smiled under his mask.
Password: Gray Warden
) Dalish! This will be fun indeed, I hope to see you around!
